  Songs from the Sun, Songs from the ground, Songs from the ... stars, Songs, { fine souls of the body of sound, { joined souls and bodies of sound, ... ghosts of songs that died, Songs of Birth and of Death, of ... Beat million-rhythmed in the heart of my hearing, The world is all sound and still signs of sound. For with whoever is perfect, there is nothing more to be done. But if there were nothing more to do, I would be very sorry: that is, I would not be perfect. Therefore it appears that I would not be perfect if I were perfect. [Credo, and Other Poems] That the Lord is all, I know: That I am part, I know. But how shall we settle our provinces and diplomacies and boundaries, the Lord and I? Let us talk of this matter, dear Lord, I talking in silence. I am not afraid. But the stock broker, the whiskey ring, I am not afraid. Nay, but the war in the East, I am not afraid. I see God about his godly affairs, The cat-bird sits in the tree and sings While the boy kills the &c. beneath. The mocking-bird hanging over the street sings, though robbery, murder, fire, &c., go on. |
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